i woke up looked in the mirror and i realised that i was a clone. nothing more frustrating when you thjink what your is actually what it shud be n you run into like minded psuedi individuals.
shit like that leaves me questioning are there really in this life, any individuals left? why didnt god make me an individual. imean my shit smells like the next man and it still will, even if i swallow nails or i take an overdose of laxatives.
i walk the street with my crotch in hand tellin women i masturbate to their tits when im alone. i pop my zits in a circle full o bitches n complain that women dont love me. i tell people i love my momma n she jus a**hurd me that my death wudnt faze her being at all.
if there is anybody out there who can relate holla, n evidently my theory ahs jus been proven. Its like the harder you try to b yourself the harder it is to be yourself. and when you are yourself your jus a manifestation of someone else at that time.
I hate the feeling that i get in the morning when i look in the mirror n think to myself, every little thing i do has already been done. and everything everyone else is doing has been redone sooo much that god himself/herself/itself is bored with the human race thus the introduction of diseases.
maybe human beings to god r like sega. we r jus a cartrige in a box, waitin to be played n everytime he/she/it plays, something bad happens.maybe we r jus a large amusement park.n even tho im sick of riding the rollercoaster, im still forced to because i have no choice.
i dunno know the answers n
im not clear with the questions
but f*** life f*** everyone
and f*** lifes lessons
hollow yoda
:-Y
